On the one hundred and ninety-fourth day of the end of the world, Cheng Luo has long been used to being alone.
Living alone in a safe house in the sewers, racing with zombies on the ground every day, and spending the cans earned with his life carefully. He doesn't need companions, he doesn't need friends, and he doesn't need a fool following him who can't even speak fluently.
But the homeless man insisted on following.
Exchange the turbid sugar water for canned food, and exchange the high-end coat for a full meal. Like a big dog that has recognized its owner, it can't be driven away no matter how hard it is driven.
"Are you alone?"
"Then what's your name?"
"..."
Cheng Luo looked at the pair of light blue eyes and sighed: "Okay, from now on you will be called Xiaobai."
He thought he just had an extra helper.
But when the extreme cold comes, the shelter is coveted, and the survivors reveal their fangs that are more terrifying than zombies...
The person he thought needed to be protected was standing in front of him.
It turns out that some people can support each other with their backs.
Intention: One person is survival, two people are life.